SOUTHBY YIELDS
THE game with Southby Academy that week was played away from home. As a
general thing Southby was not a formidable opponent and last year's
contest had resulted in a 17 to 3 win for Brimfield. But this Fall
Southby had been piling up larger scores against her opponents and her
stock had risen. Consequently Brimfield, being deprived of Tom Hall's
services at right guard and of Rollins's at full-back, journeyed off
that morning more than a little doubtful of the result of the coming
conflict. Most of the school went along, since Southby was easily
reached by trolley and at a small outlay for fares, and Brimfield was
pretty well deserted by one o'clock. Out of some one hundred and eighty
students a scant forty remained behind, and of that two-score we can
guess who nine were!
The game started with Edwards at left end for Brimfield, Thayer at left
tackle, Gilbert at left guard, Peters at centre, Pryme at right guard,
Sturges at right tackle, Holt at right end, Carmine at quarter, St.
Clair at left half, Otis at right half and Martin at full-back. Later
on, toward the end of the second quarter, Thursby went in at centre, and
in the fourth period several substitutes had their chances, amongst them
Harry Walton.
Walton had begun to realise that he was playing a losing game. Since
Pryme had been shifted back to the right side of the line Don Gilbert
had come more than ever to the fore and Harry had spent a deal more time
with the substitute squad in practice and on the bench during scrimmage
than he approved of. Harry had a very special reason for wanting to win
that left guard position and to play in it during the Claflin game, and
this afternoon, sitting on the side line with a dozen other blanketed
substitutes and enviously watching Don in the coveted place, his brain
evolved a plan that promised so well that by the time the second period
had started he was looking almost cheerful. And that is saying a good
deal, since Harry Walton's countenance very seldom expressed cheer.
Southby showed her mettle within five minutes of the kick-off, when,
getting the ball on a fumble on her forty-five yard line, she tore off
thirty-three yards on a complicated double-pass play and then, ripped
another down from the astonished adversary. On the Maroon-and-Grey's
nine yards, however, her advance was halted, and after two downs had
resulted in a loss, she sent her kicker back and placed a neat drop over
the cross-bars, scoring three points before the stop-watch had ticked
off six minutes of playing time.
That score was apparently just what Brimfield needed to bring her to her
senses, for the rest of the period was marked by brilliant defensive
work on her part, followed toward the end of the twelve minutes by some
equally good attacks. When the teams changed places Brimfield had the
pigskin on Southby's thirty-eight yards with four to go on third down. A
forward pass, Carmine to St. Clair, produced three of the required four
and Martin slipped through between left guard and tackle for the rest.
After that ten well-selected plays took the ball to the sixteen yards.
But there Southby rallied, and Steve Edwards, dropping back as if to
kick, tore off five more around the left end. A touchdown seemed
imminent now, and the hundred or so Brimfield rooters shouted and
cheered madly enough. But two plunges at the right of the Southby line
were stopped for scant gain and, with Martin back, a forward pass to
Holt missed that youth and fell plump into the hands of a Southby end,
and it was Southby's ball on her eight yards when the dust of battle
had cleared away.
That was Brimfield's last chance to score in that half and when the
whistle sounded Southby had the pigskin once more in her adversary's
territory.
So far the teams had proved evenly matched in all departments, with a
possible slight superiority in punting belonging to the visitors. St.
Clair and Martin divided the punting between them and together they
managed to outmatch the efforts of the Southby kicker. In the line both
teams were excellent on defence, and both showed similar weakness in
attack. In Tom Hall's place Pryme had worked hard and had, on the whole,
done all that was expected of him. But he wasn't Tom Hall, and no amount
of coaching would make him Tom's equal that Fall. Pryme lacked two
factors: weight and, more especially, experience. Southby had made some
good gains through him in the first half and would have made more had
not Peters and Sturges helped him valiantly. As to the backfields, a
disinterested spectator would have liked the Brimfield players a bit the
better, less perhaps for what they actually accomplished that day than
for what they promised. Even with Rollins out, the Maroon-and-Grey backs
showed a fine and consistent solidarity that was lacking in the
opponents. Coach Robey was a believer in team-play as opposed to the
exploitation of stars, while Southby, with a remarkable half-back in the
person of a blonde-haired youth named Elliston, had built her backfield
about one man. As a consequence, when Elliston was smothered, as was
frequently the case, since Southby's opponents naturally played for him
all the time, the play was stopped. Today Captain Edwards had displayed
an almost uncanny ability to "get" Elliston when the play was in his
direction, and so far the blonde-haired star had failed to distinguish
himself save in that one thirty-three-yard gambol at the beginning of
the contest. What might happen later was problematical, but so far
Brimfield had solved Elliston fairly well.
A guard seldom has an opportunity to pose in the limelight, and so you
are not to hear that Don pulled off any brilliant feats that afternoon.
What he did do was to very thoroughly vindicate Mr. Robey's selection of
him for Gafferty's position by giving an excellent impersonation of a
concrete block on defence and by doing rather better than he had ever
done before when his side had the ball. Don had actually speeded up
considerably, much as Tim had assured him he could, and while he was
still by no means the snappiest man in the line, nor was ever likely to
be, he was seldom far behind his fellows. For that matter the whole line
of forwards was still much slower than Mr. Robey wanted them at that
time of year, and Don showed up not badly in comparison. After all, what
is needed in a guard is, first and foremost, fighting spirit, and Don
had that. If he was a bit slower to sense a play, a little later in
getting into it, at least when he did start he started hard and tackled
hard and always played it safe. In the old days when a guard had only
his small territory between centre and tackle to cover, Don would have
been an ideal player for the position, but now, when a guard's duties
are to free-lance, so to speak, from one end of the line to the other
and to get into the play no matter where it comes, Don's qualifications
were more limited. A guard in these amazing times is "soldier and sailor
too," and Don, who liked to deal with one idea at a time, found it a bit
confusing to have to grapple with a half-dozen!
Brimfield returned to the battle at the beginning of the second half
highly resolved to take no more fooling from her opponent. Fortune
ordered it that the south goal should fall to her portion and that a
faint but dependable breeze should spring up between the halves. That
breeze changed Coach Robey's plans, and the team went on with
instructions to kick its way to within scoring distance and then batter
through the line at any cost. And so the spectators were treated to a
very pretty punting exhibition by both teams, for, wisely or unwisely,
Southby accepted the challenge and punted almost as often as her
adversary. That third period supplied many thrills but no scoring, for
although Brimfield did manage to get the ball on Southby's
twenty-five-yard line when a back fumbled, the advantage ended there.
Two rushes failed, a forward pass grounded and when St. Clair tried to
skirt his own left end he was pulled down just short of his distance and
Southby soon punted out of danger.
When time was called both teams made several substitutions. Don yielded
his place to Harry Walton, Crewe went in at right tackle and McPhee took
Carmine's position at quarter. With the advantage of the wind no longer
hers, Brimfield abandoned the kicking game and used her backfield for
all it was worth. From the middle of the field to Southby's thirty yards
she went without much difficulty, St. Clair, Martin and Tim Otis
carrying the ball for short but consistent gains. But at the thirty
Southby braced and captured the pigskin on downs by a matter of inches.
It was then that Elliston repeated. Following two attempts at Pryme's
position, which yielded a scant four yards, Elliston got away around
Steve Edwards's end and, with some good interference for the first ten
or twelve yards, passed the whole field except McPhee and was only
brought down by that player after he had run to Brimfield's twenty-six
yards.
Southby's adherents cheered wildly and demanded a touchdown, and it
looked for awhile as though their team was to give them what they asked
for. Southby twice poked a back through the centre of the
maroon-and-grey line and then tore off ten yards around Clint Thayer,
Steve Edwards being put wholly out of the play. Then, however, Brimfield
dug her cleats and held the enemy, giving a very heartening exhibition
of stubborn defence, and again Southby decided that half a loaf was
better than none and tried a field-goal. She ought never to have got it,
for the left side of her line was torn to ribbons by the desperate
defenders. But she did, nevertheless, the ball in some miraculous manner
slipping through the upstretched hands and leaping bodies and just
topping the bar.
Those three added points seemed to spell defeat for Brimfield, and many
of her supporters in the stand conceded the victory to Southby then and
there. But the team refused to view the matter in that light and came
back fighting hard. With only some seven minutes of the twelve left,
McPhee opened the line when Southby had finally been forced to punt from
her twelve yards and St. Clair had caught on his forty-five, and started
a series of direct-pass plays that, coming as they did on the heels of
an afternoon of close-formation plays, confused the enemy until the ball
had been planted near her thirty-five yards. Brimfield fought
desperately then, closing her line again and sending Edwards off on an
end-around run that took the pigskin eight yards nearer the last white
mark.
It was then that St. Clair really showed what was in him. Four times he
took the ball and four times he plunged, squirming, fighting, through
the Southby centre and, with the Brimfield shouts cheering him on, put
the leather down at last on Southby's eighteen. Otis got three off left
tackle and McPhee tried the same end for no gain. Martin went back and,
faking a kick, threw forward to Edwards, who romped to the nine yards
before he was smothered. It was fourth down then, with less than a yard
to go, and St. Clair was called on. A delayed-pass did the business and
Southby was digging her toes into her seven yards. Martin slid off right
tackle for two, bringing the ball nearly in front of goal, and the
defenders again fell back.
Carmine was sent in again for McPhee and Lawton took Pryme's place.
Carmine evidently brought instructions, for Captain Edwards fell back to
kicking position after the conference, and the ball was passed to him.
But with only five to go and three downs to do it in a drop-kick was not
likely, especially as three points would still leave Brimfield beaten,
and so Southby disregarded the bluff. But if a kick was out of the
question a forward pass was not, and it was a forward pass that Southby
set herself for. And so, with her ends drawn out and her backs spread,
the touchdown came easily. For Steve faked a throw to the right, where
Holt apparently waited, and then dashed straight ahead, the ball against
his ribs, his head down and his feet flying, struck the hastily-formed
massing of Southby's centre like a battering ram and literally tore his
way through until, when he was at last pulled down, he was five yards
over the line!
Since Brimfield needed that goal badly, Rollins, in spite of bandages,
was sent in for Martin, and, when Carmine had canted the ball to his
liking, very calmly put it squarely between the uprights above the bar.
The remaining minute and a half of play brought no results and Brimfield
trotted off victor by the narrow margin of one point, while her
adherents flowed across the field cheering and flaunting their banners
in triumph.